All language subtitles for Johnny Apollo

" Upon recommendation of
the Business Conduct Committee...

the firm of Cain and Company
has been suspended from this exchange."

Well, they've started.

Come in.

- You're wanted on the telephone, Mr. Cain.
- Who is it?

It's the district attorney's office, sir.

I'd better take it.

Hello. No, this is McLaughlin,
his attorney.

Oh, I see.

Yes, he'll be here.

The grand jury swore out
an indictment for embezzlement.

They're in a hurry, aren't they?

Now we'll have to put some pressure
on the district attorney.

It wouldn't do any good.
This is election year.

Yeah, that's right.
He'll crucify me.

Say, that's an idea.

Maybe we can turn this thing around,
make it look like, uh, political persecution.

They wouldn't fall for it if
he's got the evidence I think.

Well, he's got it, hasn't he?
Otherwise, I wouldn't be indicted.

Well, they never sent a millionaire
to prison as long as I can remember.

Where have you been
for the last couple of years?

Come in.

- Your car is ready, Mr. Cain.
- Car?

- To take you to the regatta, sir.
- Oh. Oh.

Oh, that's right.
Bob is rowing today.

I'd forgotten about him.

I mustn't let him hear anything
about this from strangers.

Come on.
We'll drive out there.

- But I told the district attorney you'll be here.
- Let the district attorney wait.

- Mr. Cain?
- Yes, I'm Mr. Cain.

He's my attorney.

Mr. Cain, uh, do I go with you
or do you ride with me?

- There's no chance of postponing this until tomorrow?
- Sorry, Mr. Cain.

Then I ride with you. You take my car.
Get Bob and bring him back here.

- What about the bail?
- I'll arrange that. Telephone me at the, uh-

- County jail.
- County jail. Go ahead.

- Well, I'm ready, officer.
- This isn't funny, Mr. Cain.

You're telling me?

Up! Over your heads, up!

Shoulders down! All right,
down to your waist now! Now step.

- Stand right over there!
- Yeah, but will you wait just a second? I-

- This is not for the sports page.
- Yeah, but- Huh?

Get out of here. Go on.

- Hello, Mac.
- Hello, Bob.

There's, uh-There's something
rather important I wanted to tell you.

Your father's in a jam.

He wanted to get up here himself
but couldn't get away.

Now you understand the papers
are making far too much of this...

but there it is.

- Hey, Bob, come on down!
- Come on, Bob! Come on!

Say, Bob, come on!

- You go to the door. I'll take care of that.
- Yes, sir.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Will you, uh, take my bags upstairs?
- Yes, Mr. Robert.

- What's the matter?
- He's left school.

I wouldn't tonight.

He's pretty much broken up.

- Thanks, Jim. I'll call you the first thing in the morning.
- All right.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hello, Bob.

You shouldn't have left school.

- Why not?
- You shouldn't have run away.

I suppose I should just
sit in class and be Exhibit A, hmm...

instead of that skeleton
they have hanging on the wall.

All my friends being extra nice to me
just to show how broad-minded they are.

You'll have to learn to take it.

Why should I take it
for something I didn't do?

- Oh, come, Bob. You're making this thing much too important.
- Oh, it isn't important, huh?

Look, I sold securities belonging
to some customers of the firm.

It's not the first time
that's been done.

Are you trying to tell me
that this is the usual thing?

We're in a tough game, and we've got to be
as tough as the other fellow or get out.

You'll find it out for yourself when you're
making your way in the world. I suppose that-

I guess I was just dumb enough to believe
what was taught me: to live by a code.

What? The athletic code? Why, every time
you ran down the field for a touchdown...

you had one of the best teams blocking
for you that money could buy.

Codes are for suckers.
It's the same in business.

There's only one rule:
eat or be eaten.

This is a swell way
to find it out.

- I thought you knew. Take a look at yourself.
- What have I got to do with it?

Well, suppose I let people push me around?
Where would you be today?

Out looking for a job.
Or maybe on relief.

Or perhaps with these fellows
that walk up and down on picket lines...

striking for something
that they'll never get.

Well, maybe they're
better off than I am.

- Oh, come, Bob. Wake up. Use your head.
- I am.

I'm thinking way back
to this afternoon.

Back 10 years to that night
Mother died...

and you and I sat together
until dawn, remember?

You talked to me like an equal
then, and I felt like one.

We swore we'd always be
honest with each other.

We knew there was a bond between us
which never could be broken.

- It needn't be broken.
- You broke it when you stopped being honest with me.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were doing?

You made a life for me, let me go on living it
without ever understanding it.

If you'd just said you were
skating on thin ice...

all right, I-I would have tried to understand,
but I wouldn't be in a spot like this.

- I'm not prepared for it.
- Oh, don't -

Don't tell me I can't take it. Why should
I be able to take it when I've had no warning?

When out of a clear sky,
I- I find that my father's a crook.

I hope you didn't mean that.

I wish I didn't.

- Have you said all you're going to?
- I think so.

All right.
Now you listen to me.

I'm willing to admit that I didn't pay much
attention to you with the exception, of course...

that I wanted you to have a fine education
and plenty of money and so forth.

Probably that wasn't enough.

I didn't really think of you
until this happened to me...

and I wondered what
it would mean to you.

Today was like
a nightmare to me.

I was afraid of the moment
when I had to face you and explain.

I was afraid, because-

well, I knew my heart would break
if you were forgiving and understanding.

But now I know better.

The prison term doesn't mean anything to me.
I can do that standing on my head.

It was you.

And now that we've found out
how we feel about each other...

I'll know that I'll never have to give you
another thought as long as I live.

Is that all?

Yes.

Could you please tell me where
Mr. Cain is to be sentenced today?

- General Sessions Court. Judge Penrose.
- Thank you.

- Hear yeI Hear yeI Hear yeI
- Step aside, please.

All persons having
business before the court...

Rart One of General Sessions,
State of New York, County of New York...

step forward
and ye shall be heard.

The Honorable Mr. Justice Renrose.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning.

For sentence, Michael Dwyer.

The jury has found you guilty
only on a minor charge.

It has acquitted you
on all the major charges against you...

because it believed some doubt exists
as to your actual guilt.

If that doubt exists
in the minds of the jury...

it never existed in mine
or in any of the witnesses.

It is put there by the questionable tactics
of your counsel...

and by the scandalous misuse
of loopholes in the law.

This is a disgraceful verdict.

You are an habitual felon
with a long and dismal record.

All I can do is to give you the maximum
sentence permitted me under the law.

- You will serve two years in state prison.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

I wish it were 20.

For sentence, Robert Cain.

It is disheartening for me to pronounce sentence
on a man of your position and background.

Your crime is the more serious in that you
have misused your high place in our society...

to betray a sacred trust.

You are sentenced to serve
from five to 10 years in state prison...

on each of the counts on which
you have been found guilty.

The sentences to run concurrently.

Court is recessed.

All aboard!

- All right, there he is now:
- Uh, Mr: Cain, do you expect to get a new trial?

- Are you glad it's over?
- Do you feel your sentence was unjust?

Just read your own papers, boys.
They've said it all.

Don't worry, Mr. Cain. We won't bother you
anymore. From now on, you're yesterday's news.

- Thank you.
- Hey, let's talk about me.

I steal an empty slot machine
and get 10 years.

This guy steals a million and gets five.
Figure that out, will you?

- That's why you got the 10, to figure it out.
- Let's go. Let's go.

- Oh, smart guy, eh? Did you get that?
- Come on.

- Good-bye, Jim.
- Good-bye, Robert.

Oh, Mac.

- Hello, Bob. I didn't know you were here.
- I got here late. How is he?

He's taking it remarkably well.

Well, did he, uh-
Did he say anything about me?

No, he didn't.
Come on. Walk out with me.

What are you going to do
for him legally, I mean?

I shall make the usual appeals,
but I'm afraid it won't do any good.

- What are your plans?
- Oh, I haven't any. Look for a job, I guess.

I'm afraid you might have to.

By the time you settle up all the creditors,
there'll be nothing left in the estate.

- Well, if I can do anything for you, let me know.
- Thanks, Mac.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

In there.

- Forty-eight.
- Forty-eight.

Leave your clothes and personal effects
in the dressing room, Mr. Cain.

Mr. Cain.

13826 from now on.

- Name, please?
- Dugan, Tom.

- Age?
- I'll be 58 when I get out.

Previous occupation?

Thief. Don't worry.
I'll get me old job back again.

All right, you can go.

- Name, please?
- Cain, Robert.

- Former occupation?
- Stock broker.

I used to be a customer's man myself.

I'm afraid there's
no brokerage office in here.

- Can you do anything else?
- Mmm. I started as a boiler maker.

Well, how'd you like
to start over again?

It's not a bad idea.

Number 13826, boiler shop.

16033, 25334, in here.

13826 in here.

- The top one's yours.
- Thanks.

Got a chew?

- No. I don't chew.
- Do I get the breaks.

Last con was in here didn't have no hands,
and I had to dress him every morning.

- I have an appointment with Mr. Peterson.
- What was it about?

I've told you seven times already.

My name is Robert Cain Jr.

Mr. Peterson was a great friend of my father's,
and I've come to see him about a job.

Oh, yes. I wonder if you could possibly
come back tomorrow?

I've been coming back tomorrow
for over a week now.

Mr. Peterson is a very busy man.

Why don't you give him
the real dope?

The boss is giving you the runaround
because of your old man.

Thanks, sonny.

Hey, Thomas.

- Thomas.
- Oh.

- Boss wants to see you.
- Oh, thanks.

Uh-

Your real name has just been
called to my attention, Mr. Cain.

I'm going to let you go,
not because your name is Cain...

but because you didn't
have the courage to admit it.

My father died in jail,
an habitual drunkard.

But I kept my name because
I happened to be proud of it.

I- I'm sorry, sir. But it seemed to me
the only thing to do.

If you ever need a recommendation,
I'll be glad to give you one.

Good day.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Bob.

- Hello, Mac.
- How are you, Bob?

- Fine.
- I've ordered dinner for us in here.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, what's on your mind?

A great deal, sir.

I haven't seen you for
nearly a year now, have I?

No. What have you
been doing?

Well, I spent most of my time
looking for a job.

I couldn't find one
because of my name.

So I changed it.
Today I was fired for changing it.

- Well, uh-
- Have you, uh, seen this?

- He was sentenced the same day as my father.
- Yes, I remember.

Well, what I want to know is if he's out,
why is my father still in?

Because there are certain methods
that no respectable attorney would employ.

Why not? If they work,
what's wrong with them?

It's a question of legal ethics.

Oh. You knew what my father was doing before
they caught up with him, though, didn't you?

Where were your legal ethics then?

I don't think I quite like
the trend of this conversation.

I don't care whether
you like it or not.

Why aren't you doing
something for him?

If this shyster Brennan can fix a parole,
why can't you?

Well, for one thing,
it costs money.

Oh. A minute ago you were
talking about legal ethics.

There's no question of money
though when he set you up in practice.

Since when have you been so interested
in getting your father out?

You have a lot of time to think when
you're walking the streets looking for work.

I've come to the conclusion that maybe
my old man was right after all.

It was all these so-called friends of his
who helped me find it out.

There isn't one of them who
isn't in his debt one way or another.

Yet today they're all ashamed to admit
they ever knew him.

- Well, some of them, perhaps.
- And that goes for you too.

Now let's forget all about legal ethics.
Are you going to help him or aren't you?

I've already told you I can't.

All right. Then if you won't,
I'll get somebody who will.

He isn't at home yet.

Oh, thanks.

- You waiting for Brennan too?
- Mm-hmm.

- Any idea where he is?
- Night court.

Likes to pick up cases there.

He says the people that get arrested
at night are more natural.

I thought maybe from the milk bottles
there he might be away.

Oh, no. He drinks that with his Scotch,
when he can get the Scotch.

I thought he had
a pretty good business.

He did until the Mick went up.

Then he spent all his time and money
trying to get the Mick paroled.

- The Mick?
- Mickey Dwyer.

- Oh. Oh, do you know him?
- Know him?

Nobody knows him.
They say I'm his girl.

- That must be pretty good, huh?
- Ah, sometimes.

Sometimes it's not so hot.

You see this?

That's all that stands
between me and the W.P.A.

I'm out of a job too.
What do you do?

I'm an actress. I used to work
at that joint across the street.

I should think with
your connections with Dwyer...

that you ought to be able to get a job.

That shows that
you don't know the Mick.

Every guy in town that owns a joint
knows that if they did me any favors...

it would only mean
one thing to him.

He'd blow their head off.

That's why I'm starving to death
in a mink coat that I wouldn't dare sell.

Yeah. Well, I-I see where
he got his parole.

Yeah, I read that too.

Only I don't believe
anything the papers say.

I figured theJudge
ought to know.

- Who?
- Brennan.

Oh.

Hey, look.

Get a load of the robin.

- Hmm? Where?
- On the window sill.

Oh, yeah.

The first I've seen this spring.

You're supposed to make a wish.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Bet yours was about a girl.

No.

- What's your name?
- Johnny.

They call me Lucky.
Got a match, Johnny?

Oh, yeah.

Mmm.

Never go hungry
as long as you got that.

I'd go hungry
before I'd part with it.

Trouble.
He's stinking.

He always gets stinking
when there's trouble.

Good evening, Lucky. Good evening,
my young friend. Won't you come in?

Now if this key will only perform the duty
for which nature designed it.

- You got it upside down.
- So I have, indeed.

- Bring in the milk.
- I'll get it.

Thanks.

Don't let that worry you.

We-We must all stumble over Shakespeare
once in our lives.

Here, give me that, you.
Put the rest of them in there.

Where's the Mick?
Is he out?

Yes. Yes, he's -he's out all right, but I don't
know how long he's gonna stay out.

- Trouble. I knew it.
- Yeah, nothing but trouble.

Say who-who-who's
your young friend?

- Name's Johnny.
- Johnny?

Johnny what?

Apollo. Johnny Apollo.

Apollo, huh?
Non semper arcum tendit, Apollo.

Come on, talk English.
Where's the Mick?

Well, I've been looking
for him everywhere.

Well, you're not going to
find him in a bottle.

- Well, maybe-maybe you can find him.
- I can try.

Well, if you do, bring him here.

Hey, hey, hey, wait.
What does your friend want?

I don't know.
Found him outside.

- So long, Johnny.
- Good luck, Lucky.

- Mr. Brennan, I came to you for legal advice.
- In trouble?

Well, not exactly, but I have a friend who is.
He's in state prison.

I want to get him a new trial
or arrange about parole or something.

- Well, what's the rap?
- Embezzlement.

Embezzlement. It's pretty hard to get
a new trial on embezzlement.

When you embezzle money, you sign
a lot of papers and convict yourself.

Yeah. I hadn't
thought about that.

Now if it was plain or a fancy crime,
why, come to me.

Don't worry. If that carpet
could walk, it'd stagger.

- Well, what about a parole?
- Money.

Well, I-I've got about $65.

- You've got what?
- Sixty-five dollars.

Go away, young man,
and don't bother us. We're not amused.

- But, sir-
- "Step but with one foot within that circle...

" and on thy head,
even if it wore a crown...

I'd launch the curse of Rome. "

What did you say, sir?

Shh. I'm teaching
my elephants Shakespeare.

Now, don't move
and they won't bother you.

Wake up. Come on, wake up.
What's wrong?

- Oh, Mickey.
- I said what's wrong?

- The police got Bates.
- Where they got him?

State Street.
Drunk and vagrancy.

Well, I can't show up
down there, and you're-

- Who are you?
- He's an old friend of mine, a very old friend. Johnny.

You want to make
a hundred bucks?

Well, I'd like to do him a favor
if that's what you mean.

Get down to the State Street jail
and spring a guy named John Bates.

- Spring?
- Go his bail.

Get him out. That's what I mean.
Bring him here. No, wait a minute.

- Bring him to the Paradise Club right across the street, huh?
- Yes, sir.

Hey, wait. Here.

What do I want with these?

Maybe Bates won't want to come with you,
so you might have to insist.

Oh, I-I don't think
I'll need them.

Take them with you anyway.
You might want to get weighed.

Yes, sir.

Pay the clerk.

Say, who put up bail for me?

Mickey Dwyer.
He wants to see you.

- Tell him I'm leaving for Detroit.
- Now wait a minute.

I said Dwyer wants to see you.
You can't run out on his bail.

I'll, uh, send it to him.

No, you don't.
You're coming with me.

Taxi!

Let them talk
Let them think

What they want to

If it makes them
feel happy that way

I know

I'll always love you

No matter what they say

That's swell.

That's soulful, you know?

What other numbers have I missed?

Here's one that just
came out as you went in.

It must be an awfully sad song,
because that's the way I felt then.

Well, look who is here.

What's the idea of getting drunk
and getting yourself pinched?

- Well, they were laying for me.
- They're laying for you. They're laying for all of us.

- I suppose you shot your mouth off again.
- I didn't say anything.

No. You know, the last time they picked
you up, it cost me 10 grand to square myself.

Now I don't mind about the money. But this
time if they'd gotten one thing out of you...

- I go back to the pen.
- Now, Mickey-

Can't you get it through your hophead
that I'm on parole, not in the clear?

- But I didn't say a word.
- No.

You don't know whether
you said anything or not.

Sit down and shut up.

Okay, Mickey.
Thanks for the trouble.

No trouble at all. Guys who
cause me trouble gotta get hurt.

Listen, you're not talking
to the local talent.

I said sit down and shut up!

Uh, Mr. Dwyer.

That bail was $200.
This is what's left.

Keep it.
You did what I told you.

I like guys who do
what I tell them.

This is a friend of mine
I want you to meet, Johnny, uh-

- Apollo.
- Yeah. Johnny Apollo.

- Hi, boys.
- Hiya.

And he's no mug like you mugs.

- This is Lucky.
- Yeah. We met up at Brennan's.

Hey, that's quite an eye
you're getting.

- Harry, get some beef steak, the best in the house.
- Okay.

You know theJudge?
Here, grab a chair.

Thanks.

I don't know how long you've known him,
but I want to tell you something.

There's the sweetest,
no-good drunk that ever lived.

He never missed a single visitor's day
the whole time I was in the pen, did you?

And he took my mother- God bless her-
15 miles to mass every Sunday.

If I ever get married,
he's gonna be my best man.

I think that calls for a round.

Here you are, Lucky.

Thanks.

Here's to you, old-timer.

Mickey, I, uh- I couldn't find any steak.
Just chops and liver.

It's a wonder you guys didn't
starve to death while I was in hock.

Come on with me, Johnny.

You know when I was a kid, I blew one of
these things open, thinking it was a safe.

Here, sit down.

This'll fix it up.

- Now just keep that there.
- Yeah.

If there's anything better
in Scotch than milk, it's buttermilk.

Hey. See those holes?

Yeah:

- Them's bullet holes.
- Hmm.

Yeah. Marty the drummer emptied his gun
into me before I got mine out.

I only shot him once,
right between the eyes.

Here, feel.

- Feel that lump? Know what that is?
- Huh?

It's a slug from a 38.

Look, I got another one.

See that?

- Hmm.
- I got six in me. Got a regular collection.

They call me " Mickey,
the walking paperweight. "

Don't they ever bother you?

Yeah, when it rains. Someday I'm going back up
to state prison and have them taken out.

Hmm. That's a nice,
cheerful place for an operation.

Well, you see,
the prison doc's a friend of mine.

He took care of me when I got shot.

He didn't take the slugs out then
because I caught pneumonia.

- I have a friend up there too.
- Who hasn't? What's his name?

Robert Cain.

- Pops Cain, old man moneybags.
- Yeah, that's the one.

Why, sure. I knew him well.

Say, now there
is the grandest guy that ever lived.

You'd never know
he was a millionaire.

And he was the only con in the joint
who didn't claim he'd been framed.

He wouldn't take anything soft. No.
He goes to work in a boiler plant, you know...

with one of those pneumatic drills.

They jar your head off, you know...

and they leave your hands as raw
as that piece of steak there.

You never heard a squawk
out of him. Mm-mmm.

He'd just wrap a rag around his dukes
and go to it again.

Oh, what a guy.
He could take it.

- How well did you know him?
- He paid my way through college.

Oh, I bet you went first-class.

Yes, I did.

What are you doing now, Johnny?

Oh, just looking for a job, that's all,
so I can pay him back.

Ah, he wouldn't
want to be paid back.

I'd like to, anyway.

Well, you quit worrying.
You got a job.

You're working for me.

Now stick that steak
in your eye and come on.

Go on and sit down.
I'll do another song.

How about a little clarinet with this?

This is the beginning of the end

I can see it in your eyes

In everything you do

Oh, you're afraid to tell me
that we're through

But I can tell
by looking at you that

This is the beginning of the end

You just give yourself away
with everything you say

And though you never told me
we must part

Still I can read the writing
on your heart

Why is it now
when I hold your hand

There's some little something
that I miss

What has become
of the warmth in your smile

And where's
that little mischief

In your good night kiss

Oh, this is the beginning
of the end

I can see the thrill is gone

Why let it linger on

Why lie to me and say it isn't so

For when I hold you in my arms

I know

That this

This is the beginning

Of the end

The fourth race at Latonia.

Sweet Priscilla going strong.

And at the turn,
it's still Sweet Priscilla.

Sweet Priscilla with Hot Toddy second
and Condiment third.

In the stretch,
it's Sweet Priscilla all by herself.

At the finish,
it's Sweet Priscilla.

Sweet Priscilla!
I had her right on the nose. Come on, kid.

Place over Hot Toddy.

There is Sweet Priscilla, the winner,
Condiment to place, Hot Toddy to show.

Mick seems pretty fond of
our young friend, doesn't he?

You think the kid
will reform the Mick?

Or vice versa.

- How'd you do?
- Not bad.

Look at all this. I put the guy in business
and now he doesn't want to cut me in.

Isn't there something you
generally do about that?

The guy's married to my sister.
What can I do? Hey, Paul.

- Hiya, Paul.
- Hello, Mickey. Glad to see you.

Want you to meet
a friend of mine.

This is Johnny Apollo.
Johnny, shake hands with my brother-in-law.

- Oh, hello.
- How are you? Always glad to meet a friend of Mickey's.

Now just make yourself at home.
Come in any time. I'll see you later, Mickey.

That's him.
That's the guy.

He thinks he's a big shot.
If my sister wasn't so daffy about him...

I'd like to shove his teeth
right down his throat.

Would you really like
a cut in this place?

Well, naturally, a guy gets
a little sentimental about such things.

You know...

I'm going to stick this whole wad on a dog
in the next race that can't lose.

At Jamaica,
the seventh race. They're running!

Coming by the stand for the first time,
it's Anaconda out in front by a length...

Slippery Elm is second by a half
and French Rete.

At the quarter, it's Anaconda by four lengths,
Slippery Elm by a half...

French Rete by two lengths
and Marimba.

Around the far turn,
it's Anaconda by five lengths.

Marimba moving
into second by a head...

French Rete is third by two lengths
and Slippery Elm.

Coming down the stretch,
it's Anaconda and Marimba.

- And it's going to be a driving finish.
- Slippery Elm.

Marimba's moving out
in front and pulling away.

- Anaconda goes to the whip. French Rete is holding back.
- Where's Slippery Elm?

Come up to the line of finish,
it's Marimba by three lengths...

- Anaconda by a half and French Rete:
- Where's Slippery Elm?

Slippery Elm folded in the stretch.

At the finish, Marimba, Anaconda-

- Come on, Dad. Help me figure out someone else.
- I know. I know.

You better get Lucky
and get out of here.

The place is gonna be raided.

Raided?
How do you know?

I just called the cops,
gave them the address.

- Why, you-
- Now wait a minute. Shh.

As I don't know much
about this sort of thing...

but it just occurred to me that maybe
you could prove to your brother-in-law...

that you've got an in with the cops by
warning him that there's gonna be a raid.

Nah. He wouldn't believe me.

He'll believe it after they're here.

Then he might believe that you
got an in with the higher-ups.

He'll be awful anxious
to cut you in.

Yeah, but the cops.
Ah, that's kind of raw.

Isn't it?

You know, kid, you and I
are gonna get along.

You get Lucky
and get out of here.

Hey, Lucky. Johnny's
gonna take you home.

- But-
- We'll talk about that later.

Come on, Judge,
you and I got some business.

Now where is dear brother Paul?

- What did you wish that time?
- What time?

- Remember the robin?
- Oh, yeah.

What did you wish?

I wished that Mickey
would get out of jail.

That's the one thing
I wanted most, then.

Now what did you wish?

Ah, I can guess.

You wished that friend of yours
was out too, that rich guy.

- What are you talking about?
- You're not fooling me.

Mickey told me
all about you and him.

Yeah, that's what I wished.

I guess that's what
I want most of all.

Is that why you're playing
around with Mickey?

Listen, Johnny. I don't know how bad you
want it, but don't pay too much for it.

What is this, a sermon?

- I feel sort of responsible for you.
- For me?

Yeah. Till you rang that doorbell
at Brennan's that night...

you'd never done
a dishonest thing in your life.

Ah, you might be able to fool Mickey,
but you can't fool me any.

- I can take care of myself.
- Yeah, a lot of people think that...

and they wind up with the state
taking care of them.

I started out to do something,
and I'm going to do it.

Some people get too smart
for themselves.

- Oh, Johnny, I don't mean to butt in.
- All right, you haven't.

Let's cut it out.
I hate fights.

I didn't know we'd had one.

It felt like one,
but I forgive you.

Come on. Let's make up.
You can kiss me if you want to.

Did you get my letter?

Uh, yes.
And I was very glad to get it.

You're looking well.

Mmm. Perhaps it's the diet
and the regular hours.

I've really forgotten what it meant
to have an appetite.

You remember how
I used to hate lima beans?

Oh, yes.

Well, now when I get 'em
after a hard day's work, I love 'em.

Being in prison has its compensations,
I suppose.

Well, what have they-
What have they got you doing now?

- Oh, I'm in the boiler shop.
- Oh.

Mm-hmm. Now that
I've won my calluses...

they tell me
I'm in line for promotion.

- Foreman.
- Oh.

I always knew you'd make good.

Well, tell me about yourself.

Oh, there isn't much to tell.

I've taken your advice
and grown up.

I think it was all your friends
that helped me do that.

I bet I have more friends in here
than I have on the outside.

You'd win that bet.

- Have you got a job?
- Yes.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I-

- One minute:
- One minute.

Maybe I better get to
the good news quickly.

How would you like
to get a parole?

Parole? Why, McLaughlin said
I wasn't eligible yet.

Yeah, but this isn't McLaughlin.

I've been working this out with,
well, with some other friends of yours.

- Do you really think there's a chance?
- It's a good one.

If it comes off,
you'll be out of here in a few weeks.

You're not joking.

I can stand this place
when I know I've gotta stay here.

But with the hope of getting out-

Then don't you worry.
Everything's practically set.

- Sorry, Pop. I'll have to break it up.
- Good-bye.

Good-bye- Oh.

- Mind if I give you some advice, Pop?
- No, go ahead.

You've got a good record here, and you'll
get plenty of time off for good behavior.

Now, why don't you let
nature take its course...

instead of playin' around
with a rat like that?

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

You were talkin' parole
with Apollo, weren't you?

- Who's Apollo?
- Don't try to kid me.

- Johnny Apollo, Mickey Dwyer's front man.
- Oh, no. You're mistaken.

No, I'm not. Didn't I see him with
my own eyes come in here with the Mick?

- Why, no. He's -
- As big a rat as Dwyer, only smoother.

Come on.

There's your end.

- What'd he say?
- He squawked as only a guilty guy can squawk.

Yeah, until the judge showed him those
old contracts with his signature on 'em.

It oughta be a lesson to both of you.
Be careful what you sign.

Yeah.

You know, you're gonna have enough dough
to pay ol' man Cain back before you know it.

- Yeah.
- Me? I'm gonna put mine into an annuity.

You know, in this business, a guy should
always put somethin' away for his old age.

- Hello, Lucky.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hey, Johnny.

- You know what holds that dress up?
- Yep.

Now don't go givin' away
any trade secrets.

All right, what does?

- Whalebone.
- Ohh.

- Who told you?
- My old man.

- He must be quite a guy, your old man.
- He is.

Here, sit down.
There we are.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to run along. Good night.

Night.

Hand me that racin' form.

Hey, how long would it take me
to learn how to talk English?

- Why?
- I was just askin'

I want to see Mr. Robert Cain, please.

- Well, who shall I say wants to see him?
- His son.

Who did you say
you wanted to see?

Mr. Robert Cain.
I'm his son.

Well, Mr. Cain says
he has no son.

They say that Fred Astaire
gets a grand a minute

Just tappin' his feet

And Isadora Duncan
made a million in it

Oh, isn't that sweet

But far beneath the notice of
the noble Ballet Russe

Lies the germ of revolution

That will someday
cook its goose

For a dime a dozen
now you get

Arabesque, pirouette

Buck and Wing, Lindy Hop

Hep, hep
Chickie the cop

Dancin' for nickels and dimes

What a show you'll see
under each marquis

Along about 11:30

Dancin' for nickels and dimes

Those Nijinskies from
every low-down slum

They're ragamuffins
and they're dirty

You saw Hamlet
What did you see

Nothin' that's worth your $5.50

You heard Tosca
What did you hear

It may be uplifting
But wouldn't be nifty as

Down round that Square
known as Times

When you've done the Met
and the Theatre Guild

You find as yet
that you ain't been thrilled

Watch those urchins
Urchins dancin'

Dancin' for nickels and dimes

Request your number

Or will you have
a hunk of rumba

Who said a minuet

Well, there's your minuet

It's the Minuet in G

Or is it in the key of C

Whatever key it happens to be

They're dancin' for
nickels and dimes

Alley cattin'

Around that Square
known as Times

In Manhattan

So get yourself a ringside seat

Out in the middle of the street

And watch those urchins

Watch those toughies
those " ragamuffies"

Dancin' for nickels and dimes

You know, every time
she sings that song-

- Hiya, Mickey.
- Hiya, Sergeant.

Oh, I'm fine, just fine.

Remember how I used to be
all crippled up with arthritis?

Well, I just had a couple of teeth pulled.
I never felt better.

You didn't come around here
to tell us about your arthritis.

No, as a matter of fact, I didn't.

I've got a little present
for you, Mickey. Here.

- What's that?
- Oh, here, Johnny.

Take a look for yourself.

I've got one for you too.

I- I've got the car outside.

I don't want to embarrass you boys,
so I'll just wait out there for you.

- And, uh, don't be too long.
- Pretty smart flatfoot, aren't you?

Well, well. Everybody's here.

Here. You can come along with Mickey.

- What is all this?
- What do you think it is? We're pinched.

Come here. Get ahold
of Brennan, quick.

Tell him to get down to headquarters.
We'll need a habeas corpus.

Say, isn't there enough trouble already
without you gettin' plastered?

Eh, the Mick's been in tighter spots
than this before.

I know, but I'm not worried
about the Mick.

Yes, I know, but-

He who dances with the devil
must pay somebody. I-

I forget who.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, Johnny's name has been signed
to a lot of checks.

And they're not made payable
to the community chest.

Since when is givin' money a crime?

Since the new grand jury's
been sworn in.

What'll happen to him
if they send him up?

Well, he'll probably get about five years
and acquire a taste for hard tack and chicory.

I don't mean that.

I mean, what's gonna
happen to him inside?

Of all things,
not to have been born is best.

Oh, if I could only get my hands
on the first guy that called me " Lucky. "

No. It's all right for me to say that,
but not for you.

You're young,
and you're beautiful.

And besides, you're in love.

Who says I'm in love?

You do, every time
you open your mouth.

He is swell.

Swell is hardly
the word to describeJohnny.

Look. We've got to find
some way to help him.

We can't help him.
Only one man can.

The man who hurt him-
It's his father.

- His father?
- Yes, Robert Cain.

Say, is there anything
you don't know?

I could figure that one out
even when I was drunk.

Let me see.

Cain comes up for parole
pretty soon.

It shouldn't be difficult
to get them together.

Aw, that don't
make sense to me.

How can we get 'em together
if he's bein' paroled and Johnny goes up?

MaybeJohnny doesn't go up.

You mean-You mean
you might be able to fix it?

I think so.

Oh, go away. Go away.
Can't you see I'm -

- I'm going to be busy.
- Okay.

Lucky.

You're not getting into
anything over your head, are you?

No, honest. I'm old enough to know
when I'm not playin' in my own league.

Well, anybody that plays ball in your league
has got to play a pretty fair brand of ball.

Now, scram.

Hello, Mickey.

This joint smells like a brewery.

- You gettin' ready to go on a bat?
- No.

- Hey, what do you got there?
- Some of your papers.

- What are you gonna do with 'em?
- Well, why take chances at a time like this?

I'm gonna put 'em in the bank.

Oh. Yeah, that's a good idea.

That's what I thought.

- So long, Judge.
- So long.

Just for fun,
why don't you tail him?

How badly do you want Mickey Dwyer?

- Enough.
- Would you be interested in making a deal?

There's a Dictaphone
in this office, Mr. Brennan.

Well, I've got to take chances
if I want to get him off.

I've got the records
on every one of his gang.

Now, if you're willing to drop the charges
against Dwyer...

I'll help build a case against the rest of his men
that'll send them up for 20 years.

I'm not interested in them.

- How aboutJohnny Apollo? Don't you want him?
- No.

- I want Dwyer.
- Well, I'm sorry I took up so much of your time.

I thought you might possibly be interested
in making a deal of some sort.

Now, if you'd come in here
and asked me...

if I'd be willing to drop my charges
against Apollo for evidence on Dwyer-

Well, I'm Dwyer's attorney.

You're not suggesting
that I cross him, are you?

Oh, I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm merely giving you the only basis
on which I'd be willing to make a deal.

Well, supposing I do cross him.
What do I get out of it?

My promise that the beneficiary
in your deal...

whoever he is,
will not be brought to trial.

Whatever arrangements you make with him,
of course, is none of my business.

Well, Apollo can't pay me
the money that Dwyer can.

That's your worry. I have nothing
to add to what I've already said.

Well, a half a loaf is better than none.

You've made a deal.

There's his deposit slips, his bankbook...

and his private calling list
in the police department.

I think you'll find
everything there you need.

And... Apollo goes free?

I'll be seein' ya.

- What's the matter?
- You seen theJudge today?

No, I guess he's out trying to find out
about that new evidence.

Yeah, I guess that's it.

- We finally caught up with him.
- Where?

Anderson's Turkish baths
sobering up.

Tell 'em to keep that dance goin'
for 10 minutes longer.

Lay still.

Go on! Lay still.
Don't make any noise.

Lay still.

Step but with one foot
within that circle and...

on thy head even if it wore
a crown, I'd launched the curse of Rome.

Will you come with me
a moment, Mr. Apollo?

Haven't you guys
got any sense of decency?

That's all right, Mickey.
I'll go along.

- You know who I am?
- I think so.

Apollo, we want to know if you can tell us
where Mickey Dwyer was...

between 11:00, 11:15
night before last.

- Night before-Well, he was with me.
- The whole time?

- Yeah.
- You'd swear to that?

- Certainly I'd swear to it.
- You're all alike.

- You'd swear your life away to alibi a rat like Dwyer.
- Now wait a minute.

If you want to call him a rat,
bring him in here and tell him to his face.

If you're talking to me, talk to me
and leave my friends out of it.

I'm talking to you
because you're his alibi.

- Alibi for what?
- For murdering Brennan.

Why should he kill his best friend?

I suppose you don't know that Brennan
was getting ready to sell out Dwyer.

It's awfully easy
to slander a dead man.

I suppose you weren't
in on the same deal.

I don't know what you're talking about.

He doesn't know
what I'm talking about.

Look, I'm your friend.
You don't want to go to jail.

You tell me the truth about Brennan's
death, and I'll drop my charges against you.

Why should I fall for that?
If I'm going up, all right, I'm going up.

I'm not gonna perjure myself
so you can frame Dwyer.

It's your last chance.
Are you with us or are you with Dwyer?

I'm with Dwyer. 'Cause he's frankly out
for himself, and he admits it.

There are a lot of people
that are a lot cheaper than Dwyer.

All right. Get out.

I'm getting out.
I need fresh air anyway.

Some day one of those people will tell me
something that remotely resembles the truth.

I'm gonna drop dead of the shock.

If Apollo sticks to his story,
you'll never get Dwyer for murder.

No, but thanks to Brennan, we got enough
on him to send him up for life already.

- What about Apollo? Do we let him go?
- He's had his chance.

- We made a deal. We owe it to Brennan.
- To Brennan, not Apollo.

And you can't pay a debt
to a dead man.

He was trying to help us.

Help us? Why?

He thought we were in love.

Can you beat it?

That's what you think.
But the perfect prison ain't been built yet.

Now get this. The last time I was up, I noticed
the prison laundry's got an outside gate.

- You see here? There's your street.
- Mm-hmm.

Now every night at 8:30 they open
that gate to let the laundry trucks in.

And one night we'll be rollin' out
right along with 'em.

Yeah, but they know
that's a weak spot as well as we do.

It's gonna be as hard to get into
the laundry as to get out of jail.

So all right. So once we get in the laundry,
we're as good as out, ain't we?

- Huh?
- Sure.

I think I got this thing licked.

You see that ventilating system?
Three-foot tubes. Plenty of room.

- Look.
- Say, Mickey, this one leads from the laundry into the library.

What do you think I been tellin' you?
Now get this.

It's a cinch to get in the prison library
any night after chow.

They know I'm nuts about readin'
Johnny's all broken-out with education.

- What about me?
- Well, you can kid 'em along.

Now, get this.
Come here, Joe.

That gate opens at 8:30 sharp.

We'll be in the laundry,
right on time.

- And one of those trucks will be ours.
- Yeah, but how do we get it?

How do we get it?
You hijack one up the road.

You drive in the gate
when the others do.

You don't need to arrange no
break. You'll beat this rap.

Will you let me worry about
that and keep your trap shut?

What you gotta worry about is time.
Everything's gotta go off like that.

Whatcha doin'? Playin' games?

- Oh, hello, Johnny.
- Hello, Mickey. Lucky.

- Hello, Johnny.
- Hello.

If you're through with these blueprints, I gotta
get 'em back before somebody misses 'em.

We're all through.

- Okay. I'll drop these off and meet you at the courthouse.
- Check.

Johnny.

- Are you in on this break?
- Yeah.

What for?

'Cause I don't figure on spending
the best years of my life in prison.

If they send you up at all,
it'll just be for three or four years.

That's too much. I've seen what
a couple of years can do to one man.

I'm not gonna let
the same thing happen to me.

You oughta be thinkin' about
what'll happen if you get away with it.

Listen. When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it.

Look, he's usin' you, Johnny,
just usin' you.

Now get this through your head.
Mickey's not running me and neither are you.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Lucky.
- It's okay.

Pickin' on you of all people.

Forget it, will you?

Haven't you caused
enough trouble already?

Why don't you let the kid alone?

It's time you guys went down to
the courthouse. I'll be along later.

Aw, don't be too much later.

Now what's eatin' you?

You know it's the truth.
You're usin' him.

All right.
What if I am?

From now on, I'm not worryin'
about anybody but Mickey Dwyer, see?

If he can be useful to me,
I'll use him, or you, or anybody.

- What's it to you, anyway?
- It's plenty to me.

- You're stuck on the kid, ain't you?
- What if I am?

Maybe I oughta be annoyed,
but I'm not.

He's got too much class
for a cheap dame like you.

You'll come crawlin' back.

Not after Brennan.

- What about Brennan?
- Do I look dumb?

Brennan's tryin' to
getJohnny off.

The D.A.'s got new evidence
on Mickey Dwyer...

and Brennan gets bumped off.

I suppose that's a coincidence.

- Was Johnny in on that deal?
- No, but I was.

- You were?
- Yes, I was.

Why don't you stick
an ice pick in me?

Why, you dirty little
double-crossin'

- You thinkin' of usin' your information?
- Not the way you think.

- Leave your clothes- - I know. You leave
your personal effects in the dressing room.

Forty!

Leave your clothes and personal effects
in the dressing room.

Thirty-eight!

- What's your name?
- Bates.

- First name.
- Harry.

- Former occupation?
- I'm an engraver.

- Name please.
- Apollo.

Johnny.

- Your real name.
- I haven't any.

- Former occupation?
- Embezzler, second generation.

Name, please.

- Miss Dubarry?
- Yes.

Won't you sit down?

I don't think I've ever
had the pleasure.

I'm a friend ofJohnny Apollo's.

I'm not interested
in any friends of his.

- I know he's your son, Mr. Cain.
- He seems to have forgotten it.

He never forgot. He put his soul in hock
to try and get you outta here.

That's how he got
mixed up with Dwyer.

Are you asking me to believe this?

I was there the first time he came to see a shady
lawyer to try and swing a parole for you:

He kept gettin' in
deeper and deeper.

All the time, he never had
a wrong thought in his head.

What kind of a father
do you call yourself, anyway?

What's all this got to do with you?

I think that I love him
more than you do.

Only I can't stop him from makin'
a mess out of his life, and you can.

Perhaps I can make this
a little easier for you.

I think he means just as much
to me as he does to you.

Might be stupid to try
and talk in here...

but there's something
I must tell you.

Well, there are no secrets in jail.

I've got to take the chance.

What I'm telling you is between us.

If you can't do anything
about it, just forget it.

There's gonna be a jailbreak
tonight and Johnny's in on it.

Break?

- How do you know?
- I've known it all along.

I didn't know when until today.

- They're goin' through the library.
- Library?

To get to the laundry
where a truck will be waitin'

- When?
- Tonight between 8:00 and 8:30.

Then they're goin' out
through the ventilating system.

- Who's " they"?
- Johnny and Mickey Dwyer...

and some other guy.

Johnny thinks that the Mick is his best friend
because he's never let him down.

But he doesn't know that the Mick
had a lot of other friends too.

- Brennan was one.
- Was that the lawyer?

He was killed by Mickey Dwyer.

Just because he was
tryin' to helpJohnny.

You tell him that.
Tell him that Lucky told you.

He'll know it's the truth.

- Did you say 8:30?
- There's still time enough to stop him.

You've got to.

Listen, Mr. Cain.

If he gets away with it,
he'll have to go into hidin'

And I'll have him for the rest of his life
because I'll go and hide with him.

If you stop him,
you'll have him.

I'll never see him again.

And I'm tellin' you to stop him.

Aw, this cockeyed handkerchief
has lipstick all over it.

- There's no reason why
you shouldn't see him again.

I'm leavin' town.

- Where to?
- As far as 20 bucks and a mink coat'll take me.

Hold it.

Hello, Pops.

Leave him alone!

Sit down there, Pop, and you
won't get hurt. Here's your gun.

- Wait a minute. I've caused you
enough harm already.

But this is one thing
I'm not going to let you do.

- You're not going to get out of here. Listen!
- I've listened to you too often.

If you go through with this,
you're finished.

It's a little late
to think of that, isn't it?

- I'm not going to stand by and see you throw your life away.
- Can't you take it?

Not this.
You're not going.

Now wait a minute. Don't make me
do anything that I'll be sorry for.

- Just keep out of my way.
- Come on!

Don't go with him! He'll cross you
the same as he crossed Brennan!

- He killed Brennan, your best friend.
- You're crazy.

It's the truth!
Lucky told me.

Go on, Mickey, tell himI Tell him the truth!
Tell him you killed Brennan!

I thought I told you
to sit down!

Come on, Johnny.
Hurry up.

There's a jailbreak.
It's starting in the li-

Come on, Johnny.

Yes.

Break in the library. Break in the library.
Break in the library.

Break in the library. Break in the library.
Break in the library.

What got into him?

- Come on.
- Leave the gun. Let him take the rap.

South Tower:
They're in the laundry: They're in the laundry:

- Come back here, you yellow rat!
- They're in the laundry. South Tower.

They're in the laundry.

South Tower. South Tower.
They're in the laundry.

Get back to laundry.

Hello? Hello?

Hello. We're in the library.
Send the doctor and the warden.

Wh-Where's my father?

I'm takin' you to him.

- Hey, what happened?
- That's the guy that shot Pop Cain while he was phonin'

- What are his chances, Doctor?
- He's been unconscious practically all the time.

He keeps murmuring
about his son.

Yes, Cain has a son.
We'll look him up and notify him.

Work on Apollo. Find out where
they got those guns and how.

As long as I've been here, every time they've had
an execution it's made me sick to my stomach.

But if Cain dies, I'd be willing to pull
the switch on Apollo myself.

I have got a son.

I've got a son.

Let me outta here.

Let me outta here!
I've gotta get to my father. I tell you that I'm -

Shut up!

Ain't no one can hear you
out here but me, and I'm deaf!

Come on, you.
The warden wants to see you.

- Is this the man?
- Yes, sir.

- Is my father all right?
- Tell him your name, Johnny, your real name.

Robert Cain Jr.

Is he going to live?

Get me Dr. Brown.
If you're Cain's son, why did you shoot him?

- I didn't.
- Hello, Doctor.

Is Cain conscious?
I want to see him.

Long enough to make an identification
and to answer one question.

Yes, right away.

We'll go over to the hospital.

Just wait here.

He'll be all right, Johnny.

Don't mind if I call you Johnny.
That's the way I'll always know you.

All right.
But don't be too long.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Hello.

Good-bye.

Hello!
Gosh, it's good to see you.

- Hey, you're looking fine.
- I guess those lima beans agreed with me too.

- Did you do what I asked you?
- Yes.

- Lucky.
- Hello, Johnny.

Oh.